Samosa with a Difference...

Yesterday at a Stop, while coming back to Home, I saw a Beggar eating breads filling with Samosa. OMG My mouth was watering to see this. It was so tempting and believes me, for a second I was just planning to snatch it. (What can I do while coming back from Office, I feel too famished. Don’t you?). Now I wanted to have it by hook or by crook. So, I called my mother to arrange it anyhow till the time I reach to home. My mother knows all such my habits that I must have seen somebody to have this Bread Samosa. At home, while I was busy in tasting this, my mother asked ‘Aaj yeh bread samosa kisne yaad dilaya?’ and I was simply smiling……………….

I hate Summers:-(

As the summer has approached in Delhi, temperature in office is like we are sitting in a refrigerator and outside its hot like hell. To switch off the AC is something like I have committed a crime in the office and I have used all the tricks to cover up all the holes but all in vain. I hardly can adjust in this high and low temperature. In every half an hour I have to go on the terrace for warm up n in a fraction of second I come inside the building to get chilled and this in n out walk continues till the time I am there in my office. After leaving the office, I have to go for my dance class and again get sweaty. OMG I am fed up with summers and when its time to take rest and get relaxed at my home, now it’s the time for Power Cut :-(